“There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them.”
– Ray Bradbury Continue reading “My Top Ten Books of All Time /My Last Blog Post”
“Suddenly he had a strong feeling that the gods were on his side. He KNEW that this dragon was alive.
With trembling fingers, Hiccup undid the latch, took off the lid of the basket, and peered in….
Things weren’t looking so good anymore.” (page 42) Continue reading “Why I Didn’t Finish: How to Train Your Dragon – Cressida Cowell”
“…(I)n the raggedy camp of the wildest ruffians of the Russian plains, there slept a young bandit chief named Nicholas St. North.” (page 61) Continue reading “Nicholas St. North and the Battle of the Nightmare King – William Joyce and Laura Geringer”
““Come quick, Captain, Mr. Smiggens, you all come quick now!”
“Settle down, man.” Blackstrap wiped juice and seeds from his mouth. They lingered in his mustache. “What’s the trouble?”
The Malay was fairly hopping back the way he’d come, beckoning frantically. “You come see, Captain, sir, come see now!”
“What the devil is he on about?” Irritated, Blackstrap drew his cutlass. “Speak up man, or I’ll cut out your tongue!”
“We not only ones gathering fruit!”
“Natives?” Rising from where they’d been sitting or leaning, the other men were instantly alert.
“No natives, no natives.”…
Alone among the landing party, only Chin-lee, an escaped thief from Canton, was confident he knew.
“There be dragons here, Captain!”
Blackstrap turned a dubious gaze on the smaller man. “Dragons?”…
“Dragons.” Chin-lee was insistent. “But little ones.”” (page 48-50) Continue reading “Why I Didn’t Finish: Dinotopia Lost – Alan Dean Foster”
“Merrick finished her sentence for her: “What could I possibly want from you?”
Before he could elaborate, he coughed, a string of violent hacks that made Fidelia’s throat tighten in sympathy.
Bloody Elle rushed to his side, holding out a canteen.
But Merrick waved it away. “It won’t make a difference,” he snapped, “and you know it.”
He collapsed in the armchair, panting. He coughed once more, just a tickle, then straightened, locking Fidelia’s gaze with his clashing eyes. “A treasure of mine fell into the sea,” he said, “and you’re going to get it back.”” (Page 86) Continue reading “Race to the Bottom of the Sea – Lindsay Eagar”